Atsiylah Atty Garfinkel

Biography of Atsiylah Atty Garfinkel

I was born, I lived hard, loved ones died, and I wrote and performed. I am a woman, a friend, a daughter, a sister, a mother, a poet, a lobbyist, a political junkie and a naturalist. I am me.
Baruch Atah Adonai.

Atsiylah Atty Garfinkel's Works:

Local Love in Spoken Word,
Nature Nerds: A Natural History Guide for Children

Atsiylah Atty Garfinkel Poems

Wondering of the road not taken
</>Do you ever wonder about that 'road not taken'?
Where would you be if your path was the other?
If you had gone on that trip to Europe that year,
if you had gone with the band would you be another?

Heartless time
Time passes by without concern for me.
Each tick rings a tock as it passes free.
Spring rains pass and summer's gone,
Fall and winter just keep moving on.

A Well Meaning Friend was here today
A well meaning friend was here today,
'It's time to put your grief away
There are times when we are all sad,
but life's okay unless you make it bad.

Trying to find the good
My grandmother always said we need to find the good in folks.
Some folks make it easier than others, but it is our job to seek.
She lived in a simpler time when kids learned right from wrong.
She lived in a time safe from preditors and pedifile freaks.

Midnight In The Park
Real life may not be a whirlwind romance.
Real life may not be running off to a hidden cabin.
Real life may not be a Cinderella fairy tail.

I need a new heart
I need heart surgery, I think perhaps I must.
That's what you do when you've a broke part.
You go to the doctor to have it fixed or made new.
I'll have them cut open my chest and give me a heart.

Vida is life
I was thrown off a horse awhile ago.
I was badly hurt and nearly died.
I grieved for the wounds I received.
For a very long time I didn't ride.

She's only 15
'For my birthday I want an iphone,
and an MP3 player, and to learn to drive.'
I should just be glad she's home.
This15 year old crap is harder than I thought.

The Wildfire
The fire crept its way down the hillside.
We stood and watched in horror.
It lapped and danced towards our valley.
Towards the sun the smoke did soar.

A Holocaust
</>Imagine if you will, a people condemned to die.
Imagine oppressors, vile and beastly creatures.
Imagine innocent children asking simply 'Why? '

When you feel hurt
My dearest darling,
When you feel hurt talk to me.
When you think you're alone,
please come and see me.

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Heartless time

Time passes by without concern for me.Each tick rings a tock as it passes free.Spring rains pass and summer's gone, Fall and winter just keep moving on.Flowers bud and bloom and dieIt does no good to ask them why.Babies are born, grow and move onAnd father time sings the same song.We write our names and our history